mystery lover

"Oh, boy, are you all right?"

When Headmaster Dumbledore's voice came from the front, Charles panicked because someone was approaching and wanted to break free from Voldemort's arms, but this was for the little badger who was trapped in Voldemort's arms like a princess For him, it is a bit difficult to escape, not to mention that the person holding him will not let him succeed at all.

So Charles broke free a few times to no avail, and could only helplessly accept his fate of being watched for a while.

"Lord... put me down... okay..." The boy pinned his last hope on the man in front of him who was in control of everything, but after hearing his words, Voldemort just looked down at him with handsome eyes. Slightly challenged, and then directly ignored the request of the boy in his arms.

"Oh, soup..." Dumbledore's words were interrupted by a growl in a bad tone, and along with that, a cold gaze fell on the unfortunate old man.

"Dumbledore!" Lucius followed Dumbledore angrily and called to stop him. This stupid Gryffindor couldn't stop himself from disturbing the Lord!

Following Lucius' interruption, Crouch, who was following him, also took a step forward. Like Lucius, Barty Crouch Jr.'s expression was definitely uglier than Patriarch Malfoy's at the moment. The gaze on the headmaster wished he could directly swallow this old man who accidentally provoked the anger of the public.

And Draco had already landed on the broomstick at this moment, the Platinum Prince quietly leaned against his father, and the other Slytherin Quidditch players also stood a foot away peacefully, although His heart was already boiling because of the appearance of this radiant master.

Dumbledore looked at Patriarch Malfoy walking in front of him, and did not miss the moment of nervousness on the other side. The headmaster rolled his eyes and said kindly to Voldemort beside him, "Oh, Vol—Mr. You and Mr. Malfoy are free to visit Hogwarts... But I want to say that even if you are the Minister of Magic now, you cannot damage the public property of Hogwarts at will..."

Dumbledore glanced at the wreckage of the Bludger not far away.

"I'll talk to you about this matter! Principal, principal!" Lucius gritted his teeth and maintained his aristocratic tone.

"Oh, of course, we all know that the property of the Malfoy family can buy half of the wizarding world." Dumbledore nodded, with a deservedly innocent expression, he blinked at the Malfoy family master, and changed Lucius shuddered strangely.

Damn this old guy definitely did it on purpose! ! !After Lucius took a deep breath, he stiffly met Lord's unfathomable gaze not far away.Ahhhhhhh, no matter how rich the Malfoy family is, they can't compare to Lord! ! !The entire wizarding world belongs to the Lord, okay? ! !Malfoy's house belongs to the Lord too! ! !Alas, there seems to be something wrong...?

It was a very harmonious picture, but Charles still felt that there seemed to be something very dangerous hidden behind the smiles of the principal and Draco's father in front of him... So, even the little badger became quiet obediently, avoiding the danger. Shrunk so badly.

But Headmaster Dumbledore's eyes soon returned to Charles or Voldemort.

The headmaster said cheerfully, "Then the compensation for the Bludger...Let's leave it to Professor McGonagall to discuss with Mr. Malfoy." Professor McGonagall, who was named by the headmaster, took a solemn step forward.

"But I still have to say..." Dumbledore's eyes had turned into half moons at the moment, and when he met the young man's awkward and uneasy gaze, the headmaster stroked his beard and said kindly, "Mr. Voldemort, You'd better let this child down, you can see that you have frightened the child."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the people around immediately looked at him with monster eyes.

This, a, family, guy, is, idiot, is it!

No.

Should, should, be - this, this, home, guy, is, come, find, fault, of, is it!

These are the opinions of all those who come from Slytherin.

Don't tell them the Headmaster of Gryffindor doesn't know about Lord and McAvoy's relationship!

Visually, the only one who jumped for a moment because of the principal's words was the little badger who was still being hugged by the princess.

However, this kind of excitement is obviously very unwise in such a situation where the enemy is strong and we are weak.

So the next moment, when Charles felt Voldemort's meaningful gaze, the boy turned his head stiffly.

What to do, I still think it would be better to fall to death...

"Don't worry about it, Headmaster Dumbledore." Voldemort said politely, and it could be regarded as retaliation for Dumbledore not continuing to reveal his identity as Tom Riddle.

However, it was never a profound skill that Gryffindor could comprehend, so in the next second, the headmaster looked at Voldemort in front of him lovingly.

"It's rare that you can still take care of your little brother like this. It's really gratifying..." Dumbledore looked around at the other students who were slowly approaching because of his seat, and said with satisfaction that he had 1 Wannian wanted to throw a sentence at the head of the Dark Lord who abducted minors in front of him, "Mr. Voldemort, you are the best student at Hogwarts for five, ten, or five years...!"

silence……

silent...

silent...

"Ah, then this lord is much older than Charles..." A certain Quidditch suitor of the Badger Court who realized it after knowing it.

"Shut up..." The Badger Yard hitter, whose IQ was obviously higher than the suitor next to him, said, "That lord... looks young."

"Really, the Minister looks so young, what kind of magic is that!" This is another suitor of the Badger Court who is looking for death.

"Shut up..." Badger Court Seeker and Triwizard Tournament player Cedric in despair.

"..."

On the Slytherin side, a group of people froze in place, not daring to breathe.

They only know that Lord is their great, perfect, powerful leader that they are willing to give everything to follow, but...they never really thought about the issue of Lord's age.

By the way, who would have nothing to think about such a problem? !But what Dumbledore said...and the intermittent communication from Hufflepuff...the Slytherins were petrified.

Finally, after hearing the conversation on Hufflepuff's side, a certain Slytherin couldn't bear it and yelled at the Badger Yard team on the other side, "Hey! What nonsense are you talking about, our Lord is not a pedophile! "

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After being yelled at like this, the little badgers all instinctively turned their gazes to Voldemort over there, and then looked at Charles in Voldemort's arms.

"Idiot..." Draco almost couldn't help raising his hand to cover his forehead, a group of idiots who were misled by Dumbledore! !

How could the Lord's strength be understood by these idiots? It was obvious that the McAvoy family took advantage of it, but after being told by the head of the White Wizard, it turned out that their Lord took advantage of McAvoy's. It seems cheap! ! !

And that Slytherin was obviously also aware of the adverse consequences of his impulsiveness, and he didn't dare to look at anyone anymore, wishing he could bury himself directly under the stadium.

"Hehe." When Charles heard the laughter from above his head, the boy's body shivered steadily.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, let's talk about the compensation incident first!" Dumbledore said and walked directly outside the stadium, and Lucius, who had reacted, quickly pulled his precious son with him as fast as he could. Fleeing from this place, although just a second ago I wished that Avada would kill Dumbledore, an old bastard who would make things difficult for their Lord, but at this moment it was still very wise to choose to run behind the instigator.

Before leaving, Lucius still pretended to act like he didn't hear anything about what happened just now, and he was going to do something for his master quickly, and said to his master respectfully, "Lord, then I... first went?"

After speaking, he ran away.

With such a clear weathervane from Lucius, the people who were still surrounding the field ran away in a herd of people in just a few seconds. On the spacious Quidditch field, only a certain person was left at this moment. A Lord Dark Lord with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and a certain little badger whose heart was already full of tears.

Ah... hello.

The elders were right. Principal Dumbledore is really too bad... This is Charles McAvoy who was abandoned by everyone and endured Voldemort's evil fire alone.

But... Having said that, is it because he is more attractive to people of this age group... Charles thought in horror, trying to reduce his sense of existence, although it seemed unrealistic.

"Lor...Lord..." Charles moved his neck, and there was a crisp sound from the joints. His body had been stiff since he found himself in Voldemort's arms. At this moment, the young man looked nervously at the side of the man's face. , first gave up the plan to ask Voldemort to let him go, although he felt even more uneasy because of being alone at the moment, "You...why are you here?"

"How about you tell me first, why didn't you come?"

After Voldemort finished speaking, his red eyes looked tenderly at the person in his arms.

"flutter--"

Charles covered his nose in pain.

Damn - what the hell is going on here.

"It seems that Char likes me very much?" Voldemort said in a calm mood after turning over the page of the white wizard just now.

The two had already left the Quidditch pitch at this time, and Charles, whose nose was saved by Voldemort once again, followed the man to the outer edge of Hogwarts, crossing the lake, and a few scattered students saw him walking Behind him, Voldemort showed an expression of being trampled on the head by a troll...

Charles couldn't bear to look straight at him and turned his head away. In short, he himself won't be much better.

Wait... what did the Lord just say?

Hi, hi, hi, like Lord? ! ! !

How can it be!

He likes Tom, okay?

"Char, are you shy?" Voldemort stopped in his tracks and stood in front of the boy.

"I..." Charles stared intently at the gravel under his feet, he no longer dared to look directly at Voldemort after having learned from his past mistakes twice... But what to do, the base of his ears felt so hot...

This is too unreal... Who can wake him up and tell him not to dream? The man in front of him is absolutely impossible to be Lord...

"kindness?"

"Lord... I was wrong, I dare not skip work again."

Finally, a young man's voice as big as a mosquito sounded by the lake.

"So cute..." Voldemort's voice fell, and his sharp fingers lifted the boy's jaw. Before Charles could react, a soft kiss was already printed on the boy's lips.

Looking at the little Badger who was almost frightened, Voldemort accepted it and said, "Your birthday will be next Saturday, so...you won't come to the Ministry of Magic on Thursday...Charles, I'm looking forward to meeting with you I'll see you at my birthday party."